Oh no...I must keep xkcd from my mom at all costs. Usually the general sequence of events goes something like this: I think of the joke, but know they wouldn't get it. I resist telling it for a little while, pacifying myself with thoughts of telling it to my xkcdian friends later. Then I can't help it anymore and burst out with the joke. They look at me blankly. I struggle to explain for a few seconds, but the looks get blanker. Or I say something that makes my mom give my dad this look like "We need to get the Internet out of her room while she's at home. Why did we send her to public school again?" Then I give up.

I don't think I would ever dare make an xkcd-related joke to my grandmother. I think the world would break.

Flying Betty wrote:And then there's this, which may be the best ebay feedback ever. A teaser quote: "I am a walrus. I type using my flippers. Hee."

That link made me too happy for words, will forever have enriched my life, for which I don't know how to repay you.

"If I HYPOTHETICALLY kill a bunch of people, where should I dispose of the bodies?"

PolakoVoador wrote:Pizza is never a question, pizza is always the answer.

poxic wrote:When we're stuck, flailing, and afraid, that's usually when we're running into the limitations of our old ways of doing things. Something new is being born. Stick around and find out what it is.

I think the most bizarre thing about this comic is that my dad did something similar. As he tells me, he once took a suitcase and shoved a bobcat into it. Then he shook the suitcase thereby pissing the bobcat off (one would think it was already pissed off, but what do I know) then he left it in the middle of the road. Eventually someone stopped his car and decided to grab the suitcase. Apparently he decided to open it not outside, but in his car after he started driving again. Needless to say, my father was overjoyed to watch the poor bastard swerving on the road. Not sure if the story is over blown, but it makes for a great image.

"God does not play dice with... Yahtzee!" - Little known quote from Einstein

nowhereman wrote:I think the most bizarre thing about this comic is that my dad did something similar. As he tells me, he once took a suitcase and shoved a bobcat into it. Then he shook the suitcase thereby pissing the bobcat off (one would think it was already pissed off, but what do I know) then he left it in the middle of the road. Eventually someone stopped his car and decided to grab the suitcase. Apparently he decided to open it not outside, but in his car after he started driving again. Needless to say, my father was overjoyed to watch the poor bastard swerving on the road. Not sure if the story is over blown, but it makes for a great image.

wow, your father is sadistic. Funny how we consider things funny before theres a real-world application.

PolakoVoador wrote:Pizza is never a question, pizza is always the answer.

poxic wrote:When we're stuck, flailing, and afraid, that's usually when we're running into the limitations of our old ways of doing things. Something new is being born. Stick around and find out what it is.

In the spirit of this comic, when I received an email to the wrong address (someone with the same name as me who lives in California; I live in Iceland), instead of deleting it, I replied. The person was a flooring installer in California, sending me a draft of an upcoming project.

One more thing - and it's somewhat of an odd request, I know. But it's sort of a tradition for me: would you draw a dinosaur on my final bill? I have a collection of bills with dinosaurs on them (long story, don't ask!). If you can't be bothered, don't worry!

I love the thought that somewhere in the Los Angeles area, a couple weeks from now, some random woman is going to get her bill and there's going to inexplicably be a child's drawing of a dinosaur on it.